I mean it could be except you hear a strange deep laugh HAHA… Something not human but yet it speaks in a language you do not understand, a cold sharp spike runs up your spine as you slowly turn your head praying to your newly found God that it is the mail man, that glimmer of hope is just enough to bring you high so it could SLAM! A branch hits the window, something… Or someone is in those trees you squint trying to see something but the black soleless night swallows all light. Trembling you must be know what that pitch black sound was that inhumane noise. You grab your candle head for the door but as you reach for the handle an overwhelming knowledge of evil lurking just beyond triggers every survival instinct in your body and just then in a deep voice coming from behind you you hear babushka, your heart skips a beat, who is in my house? A haunting throbbing of wind violently throws your own hair in your face but you are a stone incapable of moving you shriek with a silent whimper as you know a demon will soon consume your soul, you slowly turn around finally take your first breath in what feels like hours and … Nothing, he’s hiding… But where? The man you heard must be seven or eight feet tall what dark magic conjured this spirit? Is this why the house was so cheap? He… Hello you muster the courage to sheepishly mutter. I know you’re here I head you. You grab the poker next to the fireplace and walk around the corner ready to attack, nothing… Was I just imagining? Gulp. I must be this whole thing is insane. BABUSHKA, you drop the poker out of shear cowardice, pp please don’t hurt me … But you get no response, this is but a game to him and you are his plaything you are but an animal being hunted instinct kicks in and you dart off toward the door you run and run and run with all your might if he catches you, you are dead run run slam against the door your own hast keeping you from opening when suddenly you see out the door window in the the trees a thousand black unearthly dots moving bringing the forest to life you can’t go out their you can’t stay here only one thing to do you throw your candle at the chair it ignites in a brilliant flame spreading quickly to the drapes and up the walls you scream now we all die! As you see a crow fly through the chimney to escape the smoke that is currently engulfing your only escape route you collapse on the floor and embrace your fate.